The chronicles of Ruin, continued.
Call me Ishmael said....intelligence is knowing what to do when you don't know what to do.
Anonymous said... When I don't know what to do,I come here.
10 September 2009 22:59

You've been watching professor Cox, mr dtp. I fear that his pudding is over-egged; too many lingering, homoerotic shots of him wondering toothily, silhouetted 'gainst a Bolivian nighscape, paddling a Canadian lake and that's not to mention his faux flying, an academic TopGun, boffining his way through the soundbarrier. A shame, really, the producer and director need a good slapping, wasting my money; they shouldn't come around here, flirting at people like that.

I confess the Palestrina is new to me, I was looking for a good clip of Byrd's Mass for Four Voices and found this. much to mr george's joie de vivre, and my own. Seems, a propos professor Cox, that musically, as with the universe, the further back we go, the more interesting, the more essence -ial things are, the four-part harmony echoing the music of the spheres.

Indeed, I had thought that they were clambering into that old crate so that we could have some real jiggery-pokery with the sound barrier but it was all a bit of a squib. A shame because there is plenty of footage of transonic stuff.

And I cannot get my head around "all of space" having been in a grain of sand. Nor every hair being numbered for that matter.

It was the lingering shot of him tying his bootlaces, that's what did it for me, that and the fury of the moment, as he stepped down from the old knacker - did the RAF fuck them off, I wonder, leaving them no choice but a privately owned veteran craft? - for all the world like a conquering aviator cum pop star cum professor. No business like show business.

Apparently he had to 'art' it up as co-funded by Yee olde (fake) christians from the good ole' You Ess of Ayy so as not to say, hang on a bit, this creationism shit is a bit dodgy.

I dunno, i kinda liked the Coxy but perfectly reasonable to take the producer & director outside and introduce them to the venture of suicide. I remember a French Open tennis director who did stadium shots at Roland Garros whilst the bloody points were being played - oooh, quite vexed, quite vexed!